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"You please me so much, Carlotta," said I, "that I have bought
this for you."
Before I had completed the sentence, and before I knew what she
was after, her arms were round my neck and she was hugging me
like a child.
I have never experienced such an odd sensation in my life as the
touch of Carlotta's fresh young arms upon my face and the perfume
of spring violets that emanated from her person. I released
myself swiftly from her indecorous demonstration.
"You mustn't do things like that," said I, severely. "In
England, young women are only allowed to embrace their
grandfathers."
Carlotta looked at me wide-eyed, with the fox-terrier knitting of
the forehead.
"But you are so good to me, Seer Marcous," she said.
"I hope you'll find many people good to you, Carlotta," I
answered. "But if you continue that method of expressing your
appreciation, you may possibly be misunderstood."
I had recovered from the momentary shock to my senses, and I
laughed. She fluttered a sidelong glance at me, and a smile as
inscrutable as the Monna Lisa's hovered over her lips.


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